Everyone Likes a Jerk

Chapter 4

Sorry I was sort of AWOL for a few days there. My parents were away for the weekend so I was out for most of the time, trying to make the most of my freedom, and it was so much fun! Today I'm home from school so I figured I would type up the fourth chapter and put it up. So here it is. And it's somewhat decently lengthy, I think. Enjoy it, and as usual, fan, comment, and vote!

Chapter 4

                “Good morning, Princess!” I chirped as I slammed into Elise’s room.

                “Go away, Parker!” she groaned. Elise was no morning person.

                “Nope. We have to get going in about 45 minutes, so get your lazy and not-so-wonderful butt up!” I ordered, blatantly lying just like I had done the night before. Elise’s ass was goddess-like. She gave strippers a run for their money.

                “Shut up, Parker. And where the hell do we have to be?” she demanded.

                “I have a cleanup meeting with my producers, and I need you to be there with me so that I can introduce you to them,” I explained. “Oh, and Elena decided that we were going to be playing a longer timeline where I cheated on you with Keira. So practice your fake crying.”

                “What? I have to meet your producers? Parker, I have work today!” she cried. I was actually surprised that she wasn’t already up and getting ready for work considering it was 7:15. She used to get up at 6:05 every morning to be ready for work by 7:00. I had always heard from her co-workers and partners that she was a bear to be around until 9:30 when her coffee finally kicked in, but they liked to take her to depositions at that time because she would get all the information she would need from her intimidation.

                “Elise. You own the place. Take a day off,” I said flippantly.

                “I can’t just take the day off, Parker! I have a really important staff meeting today that I called for!” she shouted. Well, she sure was waking up.

                “Elise, you agreed to do this job. I need you to do it properly. I need you to come with me to the studio to meet my producers, and I need you to act like the wronged girlfriend. Come on, you’re perfect for the job, you’ve done this exact same thing for real before.” I realized what I had said after I saw her wince. No. That was not what I meant.

                “Elise I didn’t mean—“ She cut me off.

                “Forget it. Just get out of my room so I can get dressed,” she directed as she pushed me out of the room.

                “I could help,” I offered teasingly, giving a suggestive waggle of my eyebrows and trying to lighten the mood. It seemed to have worked because she rolled her eyes with a chuckle and closed the wooden door in my face. Jesus, she was fun to tease.

Elise’s POV

                I sighed as I flipped through the suitcase I had brought with me, trying to find something to fit this role that I had stupidly agreed to take. I picked out a floral strapless sundress with a cream-colored belt and some red wedges that matched the flowers of the dress. Quickly dabbing on some makeup and running a brush through my hair, I looked in the mirror and was somewhat pleased with what I saw. I looked pretty nice, considering I hadn’t worn anything but my work suits and shorts with tees for the last three weeks. I had been so busy running from doctor’s appointments to work to more doctor’s appointments and then to work again that I hadn’t had the time to really doll myself up in a while. It felt kind of nice.